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L. M. Old Huudred. All Saints.
GREAT God! beneath whose piercing eye
The earth's extended kingdoins lie;
Whose favoring sinile upholds them all,
Whose anger smites them, and they fall
2 We bow before thy heavenly throne;
Thy power we see-thy greatness own; > Yet, cherished by thy milder voice,
Our bosoms tremble and rejoice.
3 Thy kindness to our fathers shown
Their children's children long shall own;
To thee, with grateful hearts, shall raise
The tribute of exulting praise.
4 Led on by thine unerring aid,
Secure the paths of life we tread;
And, freely as the vital air,
Thy first and noblest bounties share.
5 Great God, our guardian, guide, and friend'
Oh still thy sheltering arm extend;
Preserved by thee for ages past,
For ages let thy kindness last !
L. P. M.
St. Helen's. 655
National Praise and Prayer.
WITH grateful hearts, with joyful tongues,
To God we raise united songs;
His power and mercy we proclaim:
Through every age, oh may we own
Jehovah here has fixed his throne,
And triumph in his inighty name.
2 Long as the moon her course shall run,
Or men behold the circling sun,
Lord, in our land support thy reign!
Crown her just counsels with success,
With truth and peace her borders bless,
And all thy sacred rights maintain.
Old Hundrede 656
Prayer for National Gratitude and Holiness.
LORD! let thy goodness lead our land,
Still saved by thine almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour, and our King.
2 Let every public temple raise
Triumphant songs of holy praise ;
Let every peaceful private home
4 temple, Lord, to thee becoine.
3 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.
L. M. Danvers. All Saints 657
Praise for sparing Mercy.
GOD of my life, to thee belong,
The grateful heart, the joyful song;
Touched hy thy love, each tuneful chord
Resounds the goodness of the Lord.
2 Thou hast preserved my fleeting breath,
And chased the glooiny shades of death;
The venomed arrows vainly fiy,
While God, our great deliverer's nigh. mp 3 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care ?
Why does thy hand so kindly rear
A useless cumberer of the ground,
On which so little fruit is found?
4 Stiil let the barren fig-tree stand,
Upheld and fostered by thy hand;
< And let its fruit and verdure be
mf A grateful tribute, Lord, to thee.
5 So shall thy praise employ my breath
Through life-and in the arms of death, f My soul, the pleasant theme prolong; Then rise to aid th' angelic song.
Stamford. York. 658 in Behalf of charitable Objects generally.
HIGH on a throne of light, O Lord !
Dost thou exalted shine!
What can our poverty bestow,
Since all the world is thine?
2 But thou hast brethren here below,
The children of thy grace,
Whose humble names thou wilt confess
Before thy Father's face.
3 In then mayst thou be clothed, and fed,
And visited, and cheered ;
And, in their accents of distress
Our Saviour's voice be heard.
4 Whate'er our willing hands can give,
Lord, at thy feet we lay;
Grace will the humble gift 'receive,
And grace at length repay. 659
S. M. St. Thomas, Hudson.
THY bounties, gracious Lord,
With gratitude we own;
We praise thy providential care,
That showers its blessings down.
2 With joy thy people bring
Their offerings round thy throne;
With thankful souls, behold, we pay
A tribute of thine own.
3 Oh may this sacrifice
To thee, the Lord, ascend,
An odor of a sweet perfume,
Presented by bis hand.
4 Well pleased our God shall view
The products of his grace;
With endless life shall he fulfil
His kindest promises.
C. M. Litchfield. St. Martin's. 660
In Behalf of the Poor.
BRIGHT Source of everlasting love,
To thee our souls we raise ;
And to thy sovereign bounty rear
A monument of praise.
2 Thy mercy gilds the paths of life
With every cheering ray,
And still restrains the rising tear,
Or wipes that tear away, p 3 When, sunk in guilt, our souls approached
The borders of despair,
Thy grace, through Jesus' blood, proclaimed
A free salvation near.
4 What shall we render, bounteous Lord !;
For all the grace we see?
mp Alas! the goodness we can yield
Extendeth not to theo.
5 To tents of wo-to beds of pain, mf
We cheerfully repair ;
And, with the gift thy hand bestows,
Relieve the mourner's care.
f 6 The widow's heart shall sing for joy,
The orphan sha!l be glau;
The hungering soul with joy we'll point
To Christ, the living bread. 661
FATHER of mercies, send thy grace,
To form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.
2 Oh! may our sympathizing breasts
That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' wo.
3 When poor and helpless sons of grief
In deep distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, mf And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus looked on dying man,
When throned above the skies,
And in the Father's bosom blest,
He felt compassion rise.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground,
For us he shed his precious blood,
A balm for every wound. 662
C. M. Spencer. Corinth.
BLEST is the man whose softening heart
Feels all another's pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Is never raised in vain; 2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth,
A brother's woes to feel,
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.
3 He spreads his kind, supporting arms
To every child of grief:
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.
4 To gentle offices of love
His feet are never slow :
He views, through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.
5 Himself, through Christ, hath mercy found,
Free mercy from above;
That mercy inoves him to fulfil
The perfect law of love.
For Sabbath Schools.
COME, let our voices join
In joyful songs of praise;
To God, the God of love,
Our thankful hearts we'll raise.
To God alone all praise belongs
Our earliest and our latest songs.
2 Now we are taught to read
The book of life divine,
Where our Redeemer's love
And brightest glories shine:
To God alone all praise is due,
Who sends his word to us and you.
3 Within these hallowed walls
Our wandering feet are brought,
Where prayer and praise ascend,
And heavenly truths are taught :
To God alone your offerings bring;
Let young and old his praises sing.
4 Lord, let this work of love
Be crowned with full success!
Let thousands, yet unborn,
Thy sacred name here bless!
To thee, O Lord, all praise to thee
We'll praise throughout eternity.
C. P. M.
Columbia, GREAT God! our voice to thee we raise
Tune thou our lips and hearts with praise,
Thy goodness to adore :
Our life, our health, and every friend,
From thee arise-on thee depend,
Kind Father of the poor !
2 Stretch o'er our heads thy guardian wings,
Secure the weak, O King of kings!
Our shield and refuge be: